The long awaited repeat of what can only be described as the highlight of last year’s social calendar. Some people think Jacko coming back is the big news this year. These people have clearly not been to Hughenden. Rarely has such a rich array of talent been concentrated in such a small area, it was quite a treat for the pint-sized crowd that turned out to watch.
There were some late alterations to the program, while other acts appeared to have been rehearsing for many months.
Hughenden has long been known as a melting pot of culture and integration, beautifully demonstrated by both the 1st XV and ladies head coaches who blacked out for the occassion, Kitch in particular doing his bit for political correctness with some free fruit provision for the crowd. Coach Keith took the stage with Mini the Moocher. Word on the street is he has put in hours of practice, and was often to be heard crooning across the hallowed Hughenden turf. He didn’t even need to look at the words…I don’t know if too much effort could be considered in poor taste in an informal, fun, non-competitive event…? Not that newsteam would ever think of suggesting that in his company. Nice shiny white teeth Keith, that shade of foundation really brings them out. Next up a special mention to Stuart Torbett for his fandabulous retro Elton John costume, he was unlucky to miss out on a place for his looky-likey effort, I think Torbett must be a happy sparkly person on the inside…just dying to get out, and Elton John gives him that chance. Ladies contribution was a slightly mixed up Barbie Girl rendition with a short Ken with long blonde hair taking a tall short haired Barbie for a ride. Poor to average, but definite points for bravery.
Poor to average you say? Yes, I did say that, and then out came Take That, and suddenly Barbie Girl sounded like the voice of an angel.
Choirboy Haddon looked a bit like a crazy doctor with his white sheet on, Angels had a rather effeminate torquoise wife-beater to entice the crowd with, while David clearly mis-read the memo and came as some chump out of East-17. Most of the boys seemed to have a fair amount of trouble reading the auto-cue, while some seemed oblivious to it’s existence and clearly thought they were taking part in some gymnastic event where getting on to a barstool and off it again was the major challenge for the night. This they did reasonably well, and appeared pleased with their own performance. Still they all joined in at the chorus, and may get some points for trying, sort of…and definite points for entertainment, in a car-crash entertainment kind of way.
Tonights winner was however…Steven Longwell with an almost tuneful rendition of…Mountains, I think. So well done him. Though I don’t think there was much effort made on the costume front…the bar will be raised for next year.
The hard but fair judging crew this year were Cammy K, Graham Physio and Kenny, who collectively entertained the crowd nearly as much as the performers, distinctly not sitting on the fence for any decisions. None of this niceynice Cheryl Cole rubbish. Make them cry, break them down, make them so ashamed they wish they were mute.
Angels was later to be seen making a quick exit by rolling down the stairs out onto the main pitch. It’s not really a big night till you’ve rolled down some stairs in a torquoise wife-beater.
Newsteam is already a little bit excited about next year…
